Saint Pariah Poem by Ian Ayres

"The poet is a pariah, an anomaly."
~ Henry Miller


Saint Pariah
Sings
"This is the time
For me and you"
He's seen
Crumbled names
Of old
Grow green
Amid
Oceans of
Blood
Carried
Onto land
In vessels of
Evolution
Destined to
Crowd
Rhythm's
Ancient shore
Where
Temporary
Eyes
Drown
Saint Pariah
Kneeling
Down
To touch
A tombstone
He cares about
Because he cares
About the about
And the when
And the why
He will be
Categorized
When he dies
Wishing
All would stop
Dying
Without meaning
Or purpose
These words could
Go on forever
If forever
Didn't wear down
Indecipherable
Beneath
The great
Divide